Anyway, things are going well. T almost had to get shipped to Nashville yesterday because his preemie lungs were working a little too hard, but his mama held his hand and he got all better. I like to think it was all me that made him well. Now his lungs are pumping nicely, meaning calmly, and he's waking up to nurse enough that we're able to stop worrying about supplementing. Oddly, we never had to worry about that with super S. She always nursed well, and we never had to think twice about her gaining weight.
So, T is healthy, and I feel great compared to how I felt after S was born. There are loads of pictures of the little heartbreaker, but I'm in the hospital. I can't be expected to deliver the baby and upload pictures. I promise we'll share as soon as we're home.
Thanks everyone for all the well-wishes. We appreciate them all.